Will someone please invent a yogurt top that doesn’t spit yogurt out at me when I take it off? Thanks.
I’d just like to say that my earings match my belt today and I’m pretty sure I should get a medal for that.
I am in a fog. This switching back from dayside to overnights is for the birds. If they can handle it. But even if I was a bird, I think I’d still be dragging.
I woke up yesterday after sleeping for about 3 hours. It was dark. The clock said 6:00. I was panicked. I was staring at the clock but it wasn’t saying anything back to me. I realized it was dark, but couldn’t comprehend what that meant. Was I late? Was it A.M. or P.M.? Did I miss work completely? Where am I?
So… eventually I nodded back off.
Then I woke up way late last night. In a daze. By in a daze, I mean it took me two tries to make toast. Not anything fancy like french toast. Just regular old toast with butter. Yeeeahhhh.
I was having a really weird dream about how I was on the Afghanistan/Pakistan border. I don’t remember what I was doing there, but it was really stressful. So, then I turn on World News and Charlie Gibson’s first story was something about how scientists created a rat heart in a dish or something.
Almost immediately, I began looking forward to today, when I can get back in my bed and go back to sleep.
It’s workout day though – so I shall sleep after that. Thanks for your comments on my mix. Please share yours with me – we can motivate each other.
And here’s to melatonin. Cheers!